On the southwestern seas of the Nürburg Continent, the officials of the Adunyadet Kingdom’s navy were having a meeting at the bridge of the navy’s mothership—the Chakri.

“I don’t know how many times we will have to do this!” exclaimed the commander of the Adunyadet Kingdom’s navy and the captain of the Chakri, Admiral Brumnat. He was visibly frustrated.

“Do you know how many times we have conducted a large-scale landing in the past six months? Eleven! But we still can’t put an end to this war! We’ve done that eleven times now! Eleven times!”

The Adunyadet Kingdom’s officials were at the receiving end of his rebuke, and none of them could say a single word in response. They were afraid of having to take responsibility if they ended up committing a mistake.

“It was hard, but we have successfully embargoed them. In that case, does it make sense that we failed in every single landing attempt so far?! I had no idea that our marines were useless! Ha!”

In the end, the blame fell upon the marines because they were responsible for the landing operations.

“W-well… The commander of the Adunyadet Kingdom’s marines, Vice Admiral Mahidon, broke out into a ton of sweat as he nervously replied, “The Stone Island infantry is tough as you might be aware…”

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